Tuesday, July 11, 2006  1:15 AM
All good things come to an end
I will miss those World Cup nights.
Not just for the cute players, the excitement of a goal, but most of all - for the cameraderie, friendships and bonds that were built in the month past.
The night that almost half of YAG ended up at my function room and stood united against that unmarried legal force that threatened to throw us out.
Balmy sleepless nights, Macs and the sunrise at East Coast Park and being on the verge of turning into a block of ice under the lethal air-conditioning.
Corduroy couches turning into beds and the ability to pretend to cheer even when one is half asleep.
A collective wave of sadness when Brazil got knocked out, but the many moments of ecstatic glee when the yellow and greens prevailed.
Despite France coming in runners-up in the end, and being on the verge of tears when Zidane got sent off - I thought that head-butt was such a senseless thing to do, although I blame Materazzi for triggering it - plans for the big night in church put us all in trigger-happy mode:
Dressing up in red, blue and white;
Painting our nails in patriotic fashion on the Hymnal,
Taking photos like there was no tomorrow;
Grilling and eating satay and curry puffs,
That amazing worship session before the match where I felt like I was at a Hillsong concert;
The confession and thanksgiving prayers that humbled me once again,
And being around people that can so completely make my day.
Time to find something else to do now that World Cup is over. My body is already so in-tuned to Germany time that it's not funny. Shopping, eating, tanning - anyone?
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